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The Path Of The Heart.

Trusting……….that I am always connected to the source of all things, my heart blazing a path that wends its way through all kinds of landscapes. At times the way may be littered with rocks and pot holes, challenging me to be like water and to flow over and through without losing the essence that I am. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death……..I shall not falter, indeed I will embrace each ending as it doth present it’s face to me. And in the letting go of unnecessary things my life force will find new channels, the power of love and creativity making a fire that will burn forever.

Image by George Grie: www.neosurrealismart.com

Image by George Grie: http://www.neosurrealismart.com

Beginning always in stillness……….the vast empty space of creation beckons me unto the void, where there is nothing………. and yet all of the potential for manifestation lies in this emptiness. No need to do anything, being unfolds without direction and while I may open to desire, while I may know what I think I want, always shall I surrender to the higher wisdom that knows truth in a way that my ego can never imagine.

Bringing together my desire and the urging of spirit, my inspiration bursts forth and the bars of my prison are melting into joy…….glittering threads of destiny weaving a tapestry that sings a new song, as a fresh day dawns. The need to know is a fetter that shall chain me no more, I trust life, I trust myself, I am whole…………  I will ever be a part of the spirit of God, Goddess, of all that is…….love is an ocean in which I shall swim for evermore, in and out-of-body, ’tis the spirit that goes on eternal, the flame that has no end, and no beginning……….

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My gratitude overflows……….and I am at peace.

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Waiting For The Storm.

What is the essence of me, who am I really when all is said and done, what do I contribute to the world simply by being that particular flavour of love shaped into form. I think of all the open faces beaming radiance in my direction as I move in and out of the dimensions of living in a rich tapestry of people and places, what are they telling me and am I listening? Does life begin now as I gather myself to fly high with all these lovely supporters ready to cheer me on as I finally take my purpose with both hands and use it to fuel an amazing vehicle whose tanks will never ever run out.

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Old doubts and fears try to insinuate themselves into the new chapter opening up, like the darkness that shadows the clouds as they build and build towards the final release of storm and wind and lightning. At last the rain but no, another false alarm as the dry earth becomes a little dryer and the tanks drop a little lower, as I sink into the arms of my body’s wisdom, wishing for my own storm to arrive. Feels like a waiting game with no rules of engagement, the wisdom of the heart says to do nothing in this moment, simply be, taking each moment as it comes.

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Another wrenching cough and I surrender, I raise the white flag and I LET GO………….the message is so very clear and I melt into that release, allowing the rising tension to dissipate, to go. If I stayed in this room for the rest of my life and did nothing more, my being would contribute to the evolution of life as we know it, there is absolutely NOTHING to be done.

I AM THAT I AM, I am what I am, I am alive and that is more than enough in this moment!

This has nothing much to do with this post except I’m writing about storms and the song is “Weather With You” from Crowded House, hope you enjoy the song anyway! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ag8XcMG1EX4

I Dance.

The yearning that I feel to merge with all things, moves through my being, my soul, the very fabric of who I am. Pared down  to essence I ride the flow generated by the movement of arms, legs, hips, feet and spine. Curling down to the earth, the mother of all, sinking into her soft embrace and being held. Feeling the anchor within I begin to climb from the depths, rising through the base, moving up and ever up, reaching for the crown, reaching for the light.

I dip, I twirl, I spin, the feelings spiralling through the sparkling cells that hold this spirit in this space-time reality we call the present moment. There is nothing but the moment, there is nothing here as I become the void, the womb of creation where emptiness lies full, of the potential for all that ever was, can ever be. The wheel of time is spinning, spinning, and I turn with it into a stillness as deep as the darkness at the bottom of the sea, where glowing creatures glide through an inky landscape.

The one who separates me from all things has fled, it calls itself the mind, it tries to chain me to its small self and say that it is real and the only thing that is. I love this small self for all is precious to me, but how can I convey the beauty of expanded boundless love to a container held so tight. How can we come into balance so all gifts can come into the light, and illuminate the course of humanity’s plight.

For deep in sadness we are mired, deep in grief and loss and limitation, of greed and short-term goals annihilating truth and beauty in all forms. The treasure lies just below the surface, a smidgen out of reach in the heavens above, it lies within the soul of man, of woman, its key is love, its key is love.

Love is all you need, dance me to the end of love, love in the time of cholera, love me tender, love me true, falling in love again, how deep is your love, I just called to say I love you, she loves me yeah, yeah yeah…………….

gabrielleinmotionGabrielle Roth

Gabrielle Roth 1941-2012.

‘Our Mama Raven’s wings have lifted her spirit from this lifetime and she is in flight to her next journey, where she will dance in our hearts forever.’

Gabrielle Roth 1941-2012

-Jonathan A Horan, her son, 5 Rhythms Global